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There was the time. 3:00. Lady Bones stood, and walked to her closet. Her tattered skirts still smelled like it, the sea. She pressed her nose to the fabric and inhaled deeply. The crew, her ship... Memories that haunted, and charmed. It was bittersweet.
I'm on a date with a real lady, I'd better dress myself fair enough to be seen with.
She had found herself never caring for what other people thought of her. But Line was different. For some reason, Lady Bones did find herself caring what she looked like, lest Line's social status be more of a joke than to keep her honor. She couldn't look like a stiched-together tramp like some days. But dressing in her "finest" clothes brought back strong waves of memories. They weren't perfect, but they were ok... Attached to her draping, heavy red skirt, she'd sewn a thick leather belt, and on the belt, her dagger remained. Stolen from a Persian tradeship, on its way to the Persian Emperor himself. Her crew plundered it, and took every scrap of gold to be seen... she brushed the thought away, and prayed she'd never have to reacall or speak of memories that she was no longer proud of...

A dark corset hung above the skirt, it had been bought in France, and how beautifully crafted it was. Perhaps it would take the notice off of her skirt. A folded plume of lace hung from the undershirt and dangled peacefully over the edge of the corset. It was his. He'd never return. She assured herself...

She dressed herself, slipped on her heavy black boots, and walked to the park where she knew Line would meet her shortly.

Under a willow tree, a comfortable bench resided. She took her seat and waited. She slipped her hand into her pocket for her pocket watch. It was gold, and many dings and dents had accumulated over the years upon its surface. The crystal was scratched badly, and it was a struggle to read the time. With her dagger, a swift movement popped the crystal out of place, she slipped it back into its sheath and covered it over. Line shouldn't know she was carrying a weapon...

3:30. Soon.

"Lady Bones!" A voice called, as a brush of wind caught the leaves at her feet, licking at her skirt. She'd dozed off. "So sorry I'm late, I don't have much time, my sincere apologies!" Lady Bones stood, her pre-mature white hair caught in the breeze. Line was also wearing her golden hair down. How strange.

"Well, hello there Lady Line, what's the trouble?" Her heavy skirt was so familiar to her, and amlost at once she imagined herself back on the deck of her ship. A woman like Line wouldn't be there for long... she brushed the thought away immediatly and cursed the memories of her past. Line was out of breath, she'd been running. A silk umbrella was folded, and was being carried carefully by her glove-covered hands.

"Sinker has planned to take me out to eat for dinner. I'd told him I had plans with you, but he insisted I go with him. It's been so long since we were ever out anywhere!" For a moment Lady Bones' heart dropped, Sinker. If it had been anyone other then him, she would've known it hadn't been personal. She put on a fake smile. She knew Sinker all too well.

"That's wonderful Line, I'm so glad!" Line laughed gleefully. They walked together in the park. The breeze was fresh and the scent of lilac perfume filled the air. Line's face was powdered gently, and a book was in her hand.

"Here, take this book. It's one of my favorites." The book was old, and the pages were browned with age. "I thought you'd like it." Lady Bones opened to a page. Every one had been pressed, and well read.
“Stow this gab,” roared Hook, and the spokesmen were dragged back. “You, boy,” he said, addressing John, “you look as if you had a little pluck in you. Didst never want to be a pirate, my hearty?”

Lady bone's breath caught in her throat with a slight gasp. Had Line known? She looked up at Line.
"What is it?" Lady Bones shook her head, her mind racing for an answer.
"T-The writing in this is... exquisite!" What were the chances Line, un-knowingly chose a book of pirates, having not known Lady Bones had been one?

Line smiled, her bright eyes sparkled. "I'm so glad you like it." Lady Bones shifted the layers in her skirt to pull out a small book.

"Here, take this, it's truly one of my favorites..." The little black book still smelled of the sea, and wear was apparent on the cover. The pages were mint.
"The Picture of Dorian Gray." Line said as she read the first page. "Why, this is. Peculiar."
Lady Bones smiled. It was a change from all of the happy readings Line had done.
From behind a hoarse voice rumbled.
"Line, we're leaving now." Line looked up to find a man dressed elegantly in fine black clothing. He gave a mockingly sly smile at Lady Bones, who out of reaction had unsheathed her dagger, no one had seen. Her face flushed red. What was she doing? She hid it behind Line, who opened her silk umbrella and embraced Sinker loyally.



Swiftly she sheathed her dagger, and hid it once again.

"Look at what the cat dragged in, Line." Sinker mocked, giving Lady Bones a strong once-over. "What a tramp." Line looked at Lady Bones apologetically, and led Sinker away. "You might want to give your clothes a good washing as well, Bones. They smell a little.... fishy" They walked away and Lady Bones was left alone...